tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77308495192488831012024-03-13T06:48:45.559-07:00Ghost Mouth.Per Aspera, Ad Astra.GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-36190652924911729672011-05-14T00:45:00.000-07:002011-05-14T00:47:47.176-07:00You are as far away from me as you can possibly be without being on another planet.<br />
<div>And yet I still think we are connected somehow, something inside of us is so in tune with the other that we just...<i>know</i>. I was mad at you tonight, really frustrated and exasperated and just not wanting to try anymore unless you put in the equal effort. And somehow I think you just knew, or you missed me maybe. I don't know. </div><div><br />
</div><div>This blog is turning into a blog about you and the things I can't say/can't blog other places. I feel strange. </div>GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-81171938869061734172011-05-07T03:58:00.000-07:002011-05-07T03:58:10.996-07:00You're the Noah to my Ally.I love you so much.GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-50365224967842572782011-03-26T20:08:00.000-07:002011-03-26T20:08:01.967-07:00I never knew my heart could be so far from my body and I could still be living.GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-31100071910336479212011-03-25T21:38:00.001-07:002011-03-25T21:38:12.294-07:00I really can't wait until I get to wake up to you every morning. <3GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-20327671707635612562011-03-15T18:20:00.000-07:002011-03-15T18:34:23.318-07:00You.I love you. I love you so much. You're the only one in the world that makes me feel this way, the only one that I can see myself having a life with. You make me believe in true love and fairy-tales again, something I thought I'd lost for good. Thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for believing in me. You are truly my everything. <3GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-85892565264679410572011-03-09T23:40:00.000-08:002011-03-09T23:40:19.348-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I fucking hate being ignored.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Stop it, you fucking dickweed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">That is all. </span>GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-62447018409148014452011-02-23T23:17:00.000-08:002011-02-23T23:17:51.613-08:00Love your country, hate your government.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJX_j5TVvgo/TWYErFqlI7I/AAAAAAAAADs/QJvOnC9NJ0E/s1600/tumblr_lh06gzd3Zo1qfup9ho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJX_j5TVvgo/TWYErFqlI7I/AAAAAAAAADs/QJvOnC9NJ0E/s320/tumblr_lh06gzd3Zo1qfup9ho1_500.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One photo. Far more than a thousand words. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am not religious, and I do not believe in organized religion - but whatever it is that you do (pray, hope the best for, send good wishes) - do it for Libya. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My heart is with the people there, and I'm praying for their rights and their lives. I wish so badly I could do more. =(</div>GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-82927676258598582332011-02-22T11:31:00.000-08:002011-02-22T11:31:57.230-08:00Please see: memetics.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJFBYS4B-7U/TWQO_uHPEDI/AAAAAAAAADo/tvas1KAcjVY/s1600/tumblr_lfidqgMDk31qa9yc7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJFBYS4B-7U/TWQO_uHPEDI/AAAAAAAAADo/tvas1KAcjVY/s400/tumblr_lfidqgMDk31qa9yc7o1_500.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-14442995811132265862011-02-21T14:39:00.000-08:002011-02-21T14:39:10.999-08:00Unstructured, spastic limbs.Originality is an idealized concept. It <i>does not exist </i>(or, at least within the standards that have become normal); I would even go so far as to call it a modern-day myth.<br />
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Everything you've ever thought has been thought of once before, twice before, thrice before. Your piercings and your hair colour - they don't make you original, they don't all of a sudden turn you into some fantastic <i>individual like no one else before. </i><br />
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<i></i>You're a girl and you play Black Ops? Wow, I applaud you for <i>really going against the social norm. </i><br />
<i></i>Or, alternatively, you're a boy and you <i>don't </i>play Black Ops? Please see above sarcasm.<br />
You have a tattoo, a shaved head? Oh! You're a girl and you're IN THE ARMY? My goodness!<br />
A boy makeup artist! How fascinating.<br />
What do all those pieces of metal in your body mean? Oh, you just wanted something different..?<br />
What about the other 29047230942390423 million people with the exact same piercing?<br />
That doesn't seem <i>too different</i>.<br />
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Who we <b>are</b>, really are, does not lie within our physical appearance or even our actions, as most others would say. Not in our belongings, our money, our interests or non-interests.<br />
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Who we are sits within our interpretation of life, and our stories behind what we are given.<br />
If you put five people in the same situation and let them go through it with their own thought patterns and instincts - every person will view it differently, and form a different story that goes with it, a different memory. And that, that is the true meaning of individuality, and the closest we will ever find ourselves to <i>originality</i> again.<br />
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Nothing we can physically do or <i>try</i> to do will all of a sudden make us a diamond in a world of coal. Why is it such a necessity to try and outshine others? No matter how loud you scream in the middle of the ocean, no one hears you - even with the soundcarrying aspect. Eventually, you sink just like every other drowning person. And we are <i>all</i> drowning.<br />
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Be who you are and shine in your own way, as dim or blinding as that may be. Go through your life living it to the absolute best of your ability. Create your <i>own </i>opinions, and stick to them. Don't break under pressure, and if people push you, <i>shove back as hard as you possibly can</i>. Protect your rights and walk with your fucking head held high - you are your own king or queen, and no one else can tear you down or take away your kingdom because <b>your</b> kingdom <i>is inside of you</i>. Write your own story by living it, because no matter how hard you try to be remembered, <i>you will be forgotten</i>, and all of your wasted effort on originality and individualization will be for naught.<br />
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Just live. Be.<br />
It's the only form of something real that we have left.GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730849519248883101.post-5276217615828426742011-02-20T22:21:00.000-08:002011-02-20T22:21:40.081-08:00What is the internet equivalent of being a jumbled mess?Oh right, my blog.GhostMouth.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06421978833013754794noreply@blogger.com1